User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20140612195009/@comment-25220117-20140612215643

''As the hours lagged on and the sun set over the yellowing horizon, the army arrived at a large, toppled oak, lying flat n their path, stuck between two sandstone rocks that could have only been placed there by several beasts of great strength. Many of the vermin began to look distinctly nervous as they realize this, looking about in search of an ambush.''